February 2007 - Volume 11, Issue 7

It's Me Again, God

Remember me, God?
I come every day
Just to talk with You, Lord,
And to learn how to pray...
You make me feel welcome,
You reach out Your hand,
I need never explain
For YOU understand...
I come to You frightened
And burdened with care
So lonely and lost
And so filled with despair,
And suddenly, Lord,
I'm no longer afraid,
My burden is lighter
And the dark shadows fade...
Oh, God, what a comfort
To know that You care
And to know when I seek You
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THERE!